Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Harder

THWACK, THWACK, THWACK…

Inside the Practice Room on the Dragon Gate Boat, amidst a flurry of sharp cracks, two figures—one tall, one short—were locked in a dazzling, ferocious clash.

Neither of them was using Inner Qi, yet the sound of their pure physical collisions was enough to make one’s teeth ache.

“The Tribulation-Indestructible Body, is this all it is? Hit me harder!”

“Even harder!” Bian Yixia was completely caught up in the fight, constantly taunting Zou Feng to provoke him into putting in more effort.

Zou Feng, however, was having a massive headache.

’To think the first time a woman told me to go harder would be under these circumstances…’

But then again, after all his Cultivation, his physical constitution was far beyond that of an ordinary person. If a normal woman were to tell him to “go harder,” it would be no different from a death wish.

Only a female Martial Dao expert who was also proficient in a Body Refining Skill could even attempt to say those words to him.

To be fair, without using Inner Qi, Zou Feng was able to experience the miraculous nature of the Cultivation Skill on a much deeper level.

A young woman like Bian Yixia, who should have been too weak to even truss a chicken, had actually trained her pure physical strength to the level of an elephant.

Of course, she couldn’t use her two Round Hammers during the spar.

But the impact from the hammer techniques she executed with her fists alone generated a force so powerful that the mere gusts of wind made his muscles tremble.

’This is absolutely perfect for cultivating the Tribulation-Indestructible Body!’

So, as the fight went on, Zou Feng pretended to be provoked and lose his cool. He “got vicious,” recklessly choosing to tank Bian Yixia’s attacks with his Tribulation-Indestructible Body.

In reality, however, he was secretly circulating the Heart Skill of the Tribulation-Indestructible Body, cultivating as he fought.

When Bian Yixia saw this guy actually dared to tank her hammer strikes, a mischievous smile appeared on her lips.

’He dares to take them head-on?’

’I’ll knock last night’s dinner right out of you!’

Bian Yixia suddenly retreated, her body starting to spin at high speed.

After seven or eight rotations, she violently swung a “hammer,” striking Zou Feng squarely in the abdomen.

If this hadn’t been a spar, Bian Yixia could have chosen to land that blow on a much more vital spot.

After all, being short had its advantages, allowing her to easily execute Critical Strikes like deadly groin shots.

Yet Zou Feng was completely unfazed by the hammer strike hurtling toward his abdomen. He tanked it again with his Tribulation-Indestructible Body!

BANG—

Amidst the huge, muffled sound, the one who couldn’t hold their ground and stumbled back was, surprisingly, a wide-eyed Bian Yixia.

’So hard!’

Bian Yixia’s mouth was slightly agape. She never would have thought a Ninth Grade Martial Artist could be this tough without using Inner Qi.

She looked down at her fist. It was noticeably red and still trembling slightly.

Zou Feng, on the other hand, hadn’t even frowned. After catching his breath for a moment, he charged forward again.

He returned all of Bian Yixia’s earlier taunts.

“Is that all?”

“I didn’t feel a thing. Hit me harder!”

Hearing this now that the tables had turned, Bian Yixia didn’t get angry. Instead, she grew even more excited.

’It’s been so long since I’ve had a sparring partner who could go all out like this…’

“Excellent! Again!”

Of course, Bian Yixia had no idea that the reason Zou Feng “didn’t feel a thing” was because all the sensation had been transferred to Ji Changsheng.

At this very moment, it was lunchtime.

One of the remnant groups of the Ten Directions Sect was in their hideout, eating stew and singing songs.

But no one could have expected that the sect’s Commander, Ji Changsheng, would suddenly spew without any warning.

“PWAAAH—”

They were all sitting in a circle around a large, full pot of stew.

When Ji Changsheng spewed, bits of half-chewed vegetables, saliva, snot, and everything else sprayed out, adding some “aromatic new ingredients” to the stew.

“Ji Commander, what’s wrong…?”

His status was so high that the ordinary cultists didn’t dare complain.

“It’s nothing. Go on, eat!” Ji Changsheng waved his hand in resignation.

Lately, he had been experiencing random aches and pains all over his body, but he couldn’t find the cause.

He was more or less used to it by now.

But just as everyone was about to force themselves to pick up their chopsticks again, Ji Changsheng let out another bloodcurdling scream and proceeded to vomit up last night’s dinner.

“Aiyo!”

“BLEGH—”

Eventually, with nothing left to vomit, he started spitting up bile…

At that moment, Ji Changsheng felt as if a miniature elephant was rampaging inside his body, wreaking havoc on his internal organs!

This was the effect of Bian Yixia’s hammer technique: the Celestial Roc Wind-Riding Hammer!

Even without Inner Qi, the vibrating impact, amplified by the rotational force, was indeed perfect for knocking last night’s dinner out of someone.

But this was terrible for the Ten Directions Sect remnants here.

’Forget this meal! Whoever wants to eat it can have it!’

More than Ji Commander’s strange affliction, the Ten Directions Sect members on site were more concerned that this son of a bitch Commander had ruined a perfectly good pot of food.

It might have been fine on a normal day, but these were desperate times. They were being hunted down by various factions.

They were living a hard life, hiding and running. Martial Artists already had large appetites, and now they were supposed to go hungry?

After helping the still-wailing Ji Changsheng to another area, the remaining cultists stared at the pot of stew, speechless for a long time.

Then, someone—it’s not clear who—started first. Driven by unbearable hunger, they had no choice but to make do and eat…

When faced with survival, who gives a damn about hygiene!

On the other side, Zou Feng and Bian Yixia, having sparred to their satisfaction, finally stopped.

Both were drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, a clear sign of how intense their “exercise” had just been.

“The Tribulation-Indestructible Body really is tough!”

Bian Yixia was genuinely impressed. She had hammered him so many times, yet Zou Feng remained completely unfazed.

This meant that in terms of both his physical body and his willpower, this man was the toughest person she had ever met in her life!

“Miss’s hammer technique is truly valiant and unparalleled!”

Zou Feng wasn’t just flattering Bian Yixia. Having been hammered on for so long, he had truly benefited greatly.

“Tribulation-Indestructible Body (Integration and Mastery), Progress: 9%”

Zou Feng now understood very well that once most Cultivation Skills reached the Integration and Mastery stage, their cultivation progress would slow down, even with ample resources.

But Zou Feng remembered that before this spar, his Tribulation-Indestructible Body’s progress was only at 3%.

Therefore, tanking Bian Yixia’s hammer technique during this spar had increased his progress by six percentage points, which was a pleasant surprise.

Although future spars probably wouldn’t have such a dramatic effect, it was still faster than cultivating on his own.

Having finally met such a tough sparring partner, Bian Yixia was in high spirits and invited Zou Feng to eat with her.

Zou Feng, naturally, didn’t stand on ceremony.

In fact, he was quite curious about Bian Yixia’s meals.

A Seventh Grade Martial Artist and a high-ranking member of the Black Flood Dragon Gang—what she ate on a daily basis was clearly no ordinary fare.

There would definitely be Spirit Beast Meat, but the quality of the meat on her table was certainly far beyond what common goods like Sword-toothed Rabbit could ever compare to.

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